151: Intense battles continue

Han Fei’s body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from an inexplicable shock deep within his Soul—a sign of an ancient and vast power awakening within him.

He closed his eyes. In his mental world, the originally calm energy streams suddenly became turbulent and restless, as if stirred by an invisible hand. The energy's textures twisted and collided, unleashing brilliant light, much like the spectacular scene of Chaos and order intertwining at the birth of the Universe, full of unknown possibilities and endless variables, inspiring awe.

Those Dog-Shaped phantoms, originally rampaging, their sharp blades and claws carving streaks of cold light in the Void Realm, were like Vicious Beasts from the netherworld, exuding the Aura of death.

However, under the drastic change triggered by this Soul tremor, they seemed to encounter an irresistible Heavenly God's wrath, their vitality rapidly waning.

The edges of the phantoms began to blur, like old photographs eroded by time, losing their former ferocity. Their eyes, once terrifying, also lost their luster, becoming cloudy and lifeless. Their life force was slowly being drained by a supernatural power, eventually turning into wisps of faint smoke that silently dissipated into the air, leaving only dead silence and empty space, as if nothing had ever existed.

In this emptiness, a few phantoms still struggled unwillingly. They used their last bit of strength to grasp at their existence, which had become a mirage. Their figures flickered, like candles in the wind, but without the support of their core energy, this resistance seemed so futile.

Their power rapidly drained away, like the tide receding silently under the night sky. The outlines of the phantoms gradually faded until they merged with the surrounding air and completely disappeared, leaving no trace of their former existence.

A sharp light flickered in Han Fei's eyes. He seized this fleeting opportunity without hesitation. Magic power surged around him, converging into an invisible sword. Every flowing gleam contained his determination and will.

His movements were fluid and decisive. Each swing was a precise strike against the remaining phantoms, like the sharpest swordsman on the battlefield, each sword accurately cutting through the obstacles before him, demonstrating an undeniable control and resolute Battle Intent, vowing to eliminate all threats and restore peace to this Domain.

After completely dispelling the last lingering phantom, Han Fei tilted his head slightly, exhaling a long-held breath as his chest rose and fell.

His gaze quickly solidified after a moment of relaxation. His heart was as clear as a mirror—this was merely the opening chapter of a long journey. In this vast, bizarre mental Domain, every round of confrontation was no less than a difficult cultivation across time and space, and every heartbeat was a dual challenge against himself and the outside world.

He deeply understood that momentary glory was not enough to build an eternal wall of safety, especially in such a perilous environment surrounded by powerful enemies.

Even if those illusory dreams had dissipated like morning mist, what awaited him was the tangible, imminent threat of the Dog-Shaped Demon General, like a fierce beast lurking in the dark.

At this moment, the image of the Dog-Shaped Demon General gradually solidified in the distance, its outline becoming clearer.

The demonic flames covering his body seemed to be ignited by some invisible force in this fierce struggle, burning even more intensely, as if it were a roar from the abyss, devouring all surrounding light.

His eyes, devoid of any warmth, revealed a pure and primal desire for battle, fearless and undaunted. Only his Battle Intent, like rolling dark clouds, grew thicker and more pressing.

This behemoth, with its immense size and overwhelming Aura, was like an Incarnation of war from ancient times. With every step he took, the earth seemed to tremble, emitting a dull roar. The air was filled with a nearly materialized sense of oppression, making the surrounding air heavy and suffocating, as if even the flow of time was frozen.

Han Fei knew well that this duel was far more than a direct clash of physical and magical energy; it was a contest deep within the Soul, an exploration of the limits of willpower.

He slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let his mind sink into a state of tranquility. Then he suddenly opened his eyes, which sparkled with determination and unyielding spirit. He knew that only by casting aside distractions and mobilizing every potential ounce of strength within him, by giving his all, could he secure a foothold in such a harsh struggle and protect his persistent pursuit of victory.

The Dog-Shaped Demon General's figure, like solidified night, appeared exceptionally ferocious under the moonlight. He radiated an ominous black Qi, and the perfect Fusion of speed and strength made him like the fiercest leopard in nature. He suddenly accelerated, his four limbs pushing off the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. His entire body transformed into a black lightning bolt, sharp and swift, soaring into the sky, heading straight for Han Fei, who stood not far away.

Facing this sudden attack, Han Fei's reaction was calm and swift. His eyes glowed with magical light, as if he could perceive everything.

In the blink of an eye, he had condensed his surrounding magic power beneath his feet. Rings of magical light spread out like ripples, then suddenly contracted, converging into an irresistible force.

Propelled by this force, the air around Han Fei suddenly twisted, forming a wild and untamed storm. This storm, as if alive, carried his body into the air, allowing him to elegantly evade the Demon General's mountain-shaking blow with a posture that almost defied the Laws of nature.

The wind howled in his ears, yet it could not mask Han Fei's inner composure and calmness.

His figure spun lightly in mid-air, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, tightly locked on the Demon General below, who was adjusting his stance, preparing to attack again.

Han Fei secretly sighed, knowing the Demon General's speed far exceeded common sense; any lapse in attention could be a fatal mistake. Therefore, he decided to change his strategy, no longer sticking to a ground stalemate, but to bring the battle into a whole new dimension—the sky.

Wielding the staff that contained ancient wisdom and powerful strength, Han Fei's movements were both solemn and elegant.

The staff moved deftly in his hand as if alive, drawing dazzling trajectories in the night sky with each swing of his arm.

At the tip of the staff, various colors intertwined and flowed, finally condensing into a brilliant light orb—a manifestation of the Fusion of Han Fei's mental world and external magic power.

He parted his lips, a low hum like a distant wind chimes sounding in the silent night. Immediately after, the light orb burst, transforming into several sharp wind blades shimmering with cold light. They were like a meteor shower in the sky, streaking across the firmament, rushing towards the restless Demon General on the ground with the force of thunder.

These wind blades were not only as fast as lightning but also imbued with Han Fei's exquisite magic control. Each blade precisely targeted possible weaknesses on the Demon General's body, attempting to tear open a rift in his impenetrable defense.

Facing the sudden offensive, a cold gleam flickered in the Dog-Shaped Demon General's eyes, as if he had a complete countermeasure for this anticipated challenge.

He suddenly looked up, opening his massive, fanged maw, letting out an earth-shattering roar, his voice imbued with endless magic power and disdain.

With his furious roar, the demonic flames swirling around him surged like soldiers responding to a call, churning and gathering into a vast and solid shield of fire.

This shield was blood-red and so hot that the surrounding air twisted and deformed, as if even sight could be melted by it, deflecting each of the sharp wind blades. Sparks flew with each collision, like fireworks blooming in the night sky, both dazzling and deadly.

Han Fei stood above, witnessing this scene, yet showed no sign of retreat. Instead, his eyes gleamed with even greater resolve than before.

He knew that the real battle had only just begun.

He took a deep breath, slowly raised his hands, closed his eyes, and focused his mind, establishing a subtle and profound connection with the elemental forces of nature. Wind, fire, water, earth—these foundational forces that constitute the world quietly gathered under his guidance. An unprecedented magic storm was brewing.

As Han Fei's deep, rhythmic chant resonated, the originally clear sky suddenly changed, and dark clouds gathered rapidly like galloping horses, obscuring the entire firmament, turning day instantly into night.

Within the dark clouds, lightning streaked like spiritual snakes, and each flash of electricity was accompanied by booming thunder. The sound was like the angry outpouring of ancient gods, shaking hearts with fear, as if everything between Heaven and Earth had to bow before this power.

At that instant, Han Fei suddenly opened his eyes and flicked his fingertips. The poised lightning snakes seemed to receive a final command, instantly transforming into thick bolts of thunder, carrying destructive power, and fiercely pouncing on the Dog-Shaped Demon General on the ground with irresistible force.

The lightning snakes tore through the sky, the airflow they created like sharp blades, cutting through every inch of space. Every particle of dust in the air trembled before this power.

When the first bolt of thunder struck the ground, the entire world seemed to tremble. The power of lightning was violent and pure. Each explosion made the earth shake, plants turn to ashes, and even solid rocks were shattered.

Although the Dog-Shaped Demon General resisted with all his might, using demonic flames as a shield, even he struggled against such a dense and powerful lightning storm. The demonic flame shield gradually dimmed and developed cracks under the continuous impact of the lightning, revealing an unprecedented crisis.

Under this storm-like attack that could shake Heaven and Earth, the Dog-Shaped Demon General's originally impenetrable defense finally showed small but fatal cracks under continuous bombardment.

A sharp glint flashed in Han Fei's eyes, like a leopard catching a momentary hesitation in its prey, and he unhesitatingly mobilized the latent magic power within him.

His hands traced intricate and mysterious trajectories in the air; the thunder and wind howls grew louder with each change of his gesture, as if the thunder and storms of the world were responding to his summons, eagerly desiring to merge into one.

As Han Fei's low and firm incantation concluded, two distinct natural forces violently collided and intertwined in mid-air, ultimately and miraculously converging into an irresistible torrent of power.

This newly formed power transformed into an unprecedented destructive storm of wind and thunder, so immense in its might that even space itself seemed to tremble under the storm's fury.

The storm expanded at an incredible speed, its form like a gigantic hurricane vortex with countless sharp blades, devouring all surrounding light and shadow, and finally drawing the vast figure of the Dog-Shaped Demon General into its Chaos embrace.

Within that vortex, the Dog-Shaped Demon General did not sit idly by.

With the unique resilience and ferocity of a Demon Realm creature, even in this storm that could almost tear Souls apart, he still struggled desperately, trying to find a sliver of life.

Demonic flames overflowed from his body, like a boiling river of blood, carrying the will to destroy everything, fiercely clashing with the wind and thunder power within the storm; each collision made the entire space tremble, with an incessant roar.

The Demon General's angry roar pierced the clouds and shattered rocks; the sound contained not only pain but also defiance and challenge, his massive body swaying precariously under the storm's onslaught, seemingly on the verge of being dragged into the abyss, never to return.

At this moment, Han Fei, like the Dominator in the storm, hovered in mid-air, his eyes locked on the chaotic center of the vortex, his face calm and focused.

He knew clearly in his heart that this battle was not only a test of his magic cultivation but also the ultimate Trial of his will and Spell application.

To maintain this unimaginable storm, he had to precisely control the flow of magical power, like a tightrope walker, ensuring that every bit of magical power output perfectly suppressed the cunning and powerful Dog-Shaped Demon General, giving him no chance to turn the tables.

However, at this decisive moment, the magical power hidden within the Dog-Shaped Demon General's body seemed to sense its master's predicament, suddenly erupting with an unprecedented energy fluctuation.

Burning with fanatical and unyielding Battle Intent in his eyes, the Demon General's roar was like a thunderclap across the sky, piercing through the storm's restraints and reaching the core of all things.

At this critical juncture of life and death, he actually perfectly fused demonic flames with his own power, giving rise to a pillar of fire that shot up into the sky, carrying the momentum to destroy heaven and earth, forcefully Breaking Through from the very core of the storm, as if to tell the world that even in the face of despair, he would never give up!

Seeing this, Han Fei's mind raced, and delicate yet vast Wind Elementals surged around him, like invisible wings gently flapping, abruptly changing his flight trajectory, cleverly avoiding the scorching pillar of fire that could make mountains and rivers lose their color.

This fire roared like an enraged Dragon; wherever it passed, the air seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, space twisted, light shattered, leaving behind jagged spatial cracks, displaying its destructive power.

Just in this flash of lightning, the Dog-Shaped Demon General, taking advantage of the storm's dissipation, suddenly pushed off with his legs, like a wild beast breaking free from its shackles, regaining his freedom, and landing agilely back on the ground; as his feet touched the earth, dust flew, and his Aura was stronger than before.

All over his body, those previously shocking wounds slowly healed at a visible speed under the gentle licking of the demonic flames, and the blood vessels under his skin faintly glowed with an eerie red light, revealing an undeniable vitality and recovery power.

Clearly, the previous fierce confrontation had not weakened him; instead, it had stimulated some potential within him, making him even more ferocious and difficult to deal with.

Han Fei, hovering in mid-air, had deep eyes and a tightly furrowed brow. He was both surprised and worried by the Dog-Shaped Demon General's astonishing recovery ability.

This battle, it seemed, was no longer just a contest of skill and power, but a rigorous Trial of wisdom and will. Han Fei secretly pondered that to find a Breakthrough in this prolonged tug-of-war, he had to abandon conservatism and adopt an unprecedented bold strategy.

Before Han Fei could make his next move, the Dog-Shaped Demon General, impatient for any further delay, let out a low, oppressive roar that shook the sky, and then, like a dark bolt of lightning, he launched another swift and unparalleled charge, directly targeting Han Fei, who appeared isolated and helpless in the air.

This strike was as fast as thunder, carrying a devastating momentum, forcing Han Fei to ascend rapidly, weaving through the clouds, using the advantage of height to try and find a Breakthrough to turn the tide.

Han Fei's mind was agile, and facing the urgent battle situation, countless tactics flashed through his mind.

Finally, he decided to cast a complex and exquisite multi-Spell combination, intending to confuse and disrupt the Demon General's attack rhythm.

He lightly spread his palms, chanting ancient and mysterious incantations, and instantly, the sky seemed to be enveloped by the chill of winter; countless ice-blue light orbs condensed into shape, transforming into sharp and unparalleled ice arrows, lining up in dense formations in the biting wind, like a river of stars pouring down from the sky, rushing directly towards the Dog-Shaped Demon General stirring on the ground. Each arrow contained bone-chilling cold and sharp killing intent, and the crisp sound of ice crystals exploding could almost be heard in the air, heralding an impending storm-like magical baptism.

At the same time, the staff in Han Fei's hand, as if drawing a precise magic array, swept a circle in mid-air, elegant and powerful.

This simple flick seemed to open the floodgates of the natural world's fire elements; scorching flames, as if guided by an invisible hand, gathered from all directions, circling and dancing around him, ultimately forming several fist-sized fireballs radiating scorching heat.

These fireballs seemed to have a will of their own; under Han Fei's calm and precise command, they spun rapidly around the Dog-Shaped Demon General, gradually weaving into an impenetrable encirclement of flames, with the smell of sulfur filling the air and heat distorting the surrounding light.

Facing this pincer attack from two sides, the Dog-Shaped Demon General's eyes showed no fear; instead, they flickered with a cold and cruel light, as if mocking the insignificant human's fearless challenge.

His body suddenly rotated like a whirlwind, and the demonic flames swirling around him converged, forming a swirling firestorm that easily devoured each of the ice arrows raining down, dissolving them into nothingness.

Immediately after, this cunning and powerful demon suddenly leaped into the air, breaking through the seemingly impregnable wall of fire with a speed that almost defied the Laws of physics, his sharp Aura bearing down directly on Han Fei.

Facing this sudden impact, Han Fei's heart remained calm; the staff in his hand changed form again, and with a soft hum, a rich Earth Elementals power surged from the depths of the earth, instantly condensing into a tall stone wall, standing before him, firm as a rock, steady and unshakeable.

The Dog-Shaped Demon General's claw strike, sharp as a sharp blade, heavily smashed against this stone wall, only stirring up scattered dust; yet, the stone wall remained motionless, protecting its master behind it.

Utilizing this precious opportunity, Han Fei glided backward lightly, his movements fluid and swift, as if invisible Wind Elementals were pushing him, helping him to quickly increase the distance between himself and the Dog-Shaped Demon General at a superhuman speed. However, this was not mere evasion but preparation for a more powerful counterattack.

His gaze was distant, deciding to cast Lightning Magic in the broader Universe, allowing the power of lightning to be maximized.

As his will changed, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to respond to his summons, beginning to churn violently; the thunderous roars were deafening, as if the wrath of a Heavenly God was brewing.

One thick bolt of lightning after another crisscrossed through the gloomy sky, intertwining with each other, ultimately forming an electrical net that covered the heavens, as if to encompass the entire world.

The Dog-Shaped Demon General rushed left and right within such an electrical net, appearing extremely disheveled; whenever his body touched those violent lightning bolts, he let out heart-wrenching roars of pain, a helpless wail against the great power of nature.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Han Fei took a deep breath, a determined look flashing in his eyes.

He began to chant an ancient and mysterious incantation, low and long, each syllable seeming to contain endless wisdom and power.

As the incantation deepened, the tip of the staff in his hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling blue light, that brilliance like the brightest star in the night sky, announcing that the power of thunder was about to reach its peak. This was his last trump card; the release of Super-Tier Magic would be the decisive blow against this Dog-Shaped Demon General.

As the lengthy and ancient incantation gradually subsided into silence, heaven and earth seemed to respond to this ancient summons, gathering an unprecedented power.

Moments later, a dazzling electric light suddenly pierced the sky from beyond the Nine Heavens, carrying the Aura of destroying heaven and earth, and slammed into the Dog-Shaped Demon General standing in the wilderness.

The power of lightning, like a sharp blade, easily tore through the heavy clouds; its explosive sound was deafening, echoing through the sky, as if the surrounding air solidified, and the entire space trembled under this irresistible force.

Facing this fierce strike, a hint of astonishment flashed in the Dog-Shaped Demon General's eyes, and then all his muscles tensed, fully displaying his pride as an elite of the Demon Realm, resisting this heavenly power with all his might.

Even though he was clad in scales forged from thousand-year cold iron, the fury of the lightning still penetrated the gaps in his defense like a tide, causing his massive body to tremble involuntarily, as if his destiny was tightly gripped by an invisible hand of a God.